I once sat in an R100. Mo sniffed ME and determined the paint code. And if you think that's special, he can hear the sub-audible hum generated by the specific resonance of an R100 rusting from over 100km away.

The man has skills girls love men with skills.

Welcome to JNC. A place of refuge from FR18's and candy paint. A place to contemplate what was, and could have been before many rotors were sacrificed in the Pac Racing incited holocaust against good taste of the 1990's.